Lost SpiritsDecember 16, 2011
It was supposed that lost spirits were roving about everywhere in the invisible air, waiting for children to find them if they searched long and patiently enough. [The spirit] sang its spiritual song for the child to memorize and use when calling upon the spirit guardian as an adult.
DeathDecember 14, 2011
There is no death. Only a change of worlds.
What We AreDecember 12, 2011
The American Indian is of the soil, whether it be the region of forests, plains, pueblos, or mesas. He fits into the landscape, for the hand that fashioned the continent also fashioned the man for his surroundings. He once grew as naturally as the wild sunflowers, he belongs just as the buffalo belonged.
Being IndianDecember 09, 2011
Being Indian is an attitude, a state of mind, a way of being in harmony with all things and all beings. It is allowing the heart to be the distributor of energy on this planet; to allow feelings and sensitivities to determine where energy goes; bringing aliveness up from the Earth and from the Sky, putting it in and giving it out from the heart.
This WarDecember 07, 2011
This war did not spring up on our land, this war was brought upon us by the children of the Great Father, who came to take our land without a price, and who, in our land, do a great many evil things. This war has come from robbery—from the stealing of our land.
I Have Been …December 05, 2011
I have been to the end of the earth.
I have been to the end of the waters.
I have been to the end of the sky.
I have been to the end of the mountains.
I have found none that are not my friends.
Sacred GroundDecember 02, 2011
The ground on which we stand is sacred ground. It is the blood of our ancestors.
ReligionNovember 30, 2011
We also have a religion which was given to our forefathers, and has been handed down to us their children. It teaches us to be thankful, to be united, and to love one another! We never quarrel about religion.
He Raised UsNovember 28, 2011
The Great Spirit raised both the white man and the Indian. I think he raised the Indian first. He raised me in this land, it belongs to me. The white man was raised over the great waters, and his land is over there. Since they crossed the sea, I have given them room. There are now white people all about me. I have but a small spot of land left. The Great Spirit told me to keep it.
We Must ProtectNovember 25, 2011
We must protect the forests for our children, grandchildren and children yet to be born. We must protect the forests for those who can't speak for themselves such as the birds, animals, fish and trees.